Saturday, February 26, 2005

Okay, so I know I just wrote an entry like twenty minutes ago, but I just realized that it was my 100th entry, and I promised myself that it would be special and neat. But it wasn't. LOL. It was my first REAL entry about my life... not just another funny story. Well I guess, in a way, that does make it special. It was something new and different for me, even if it was depressing. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you something else. :)

I hate television. I mean, I hate *watching* television. There are only three shows I watch, and I don't even turn on the TV to pass the time. It doesn't even cross my mind. I love The Ellen DeGeneres Show though, and I NEVER miss it. I record it if I can't see it that day. Ellen never fails to make me laugh, and she dances every day on her show, which is just sweet-ass. Oprah does NOT do that. ;)

The other shows I watch are Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and Desperate Housewives (aka DH, not to be confused with DH "Darling/Dear Husband", but I never refer to my husband as such. I will just come out and say "Jeremy"). Yeah... so... both of which are probably in the rest of America's top two. Tee hee.

Anywho, I didn't get to see DH this last week because we were vacationing in Vermont so I recorded it and got to watch it tonight. And I seriously don't think I've ever been this excited over watching a television show. Maybe it had just been so long since I had last seen it. I'm not sure, but it really is a guilty pleasure when I'm squirming with delight during the opening credits. LOL. I was just sitting there laughing at myself... all giddy and goofy that I could lose myself for an hour... forget about my job (or lack thereof) and get wrapped into the lives of the women on Wisteria Lane. Thank you, ABC. Thank you for giving me time off from my sorrow. I appreciate that... now and for every Sunday evening with those ladies left to come. :)

Happy 101st diaryland entry to me!

*emmett* ~ who loves those Desperate Housewives, and isn't afraid to admit it...

This is embarrassing, but it's happening in my life, so I'm sharing it. *sigh*Okay, so yeah, I'm a gymnastics coach, right? Well, okay, a few months ago, a 14-year-old gymnast/summer-staff-member needed a ride home because her dad was working. It was late (9 pm). The gym was closing. We called her dad and got permission for me to take her home since it's against policy for a staff member to take home a child. BUT, she's also a staff member so then, that should be okay. I still got permission though, because I am a responsible adult.

Then today, I was fired for it. They just made a mistake... a misunderstanding. But I'm paying for it, and it sucks. I'm fighting for my job though, don't get me wrong. But really, can I go back if they apologize? Eh... I guess I'll have to see what happens. I love my job. I'm good at what I do. And this just sucks. Sorry this is a bummer of an entry, but I thought I should let you all know that I'm severely bummed out right now. *humph*

I'm even losing sleep over this, which I hate. I slept a total of three hours last night, and now it's one in the morning, and I don't feel like I can sleep. Bah.

*emmett* ~ who is rarely 'down in the dumps', but really is today...

p.s. I started another diary for the funny things that the Twinkies say. It's quite cute. Please take a look if you get a chance. :)

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Who needs chocolate, flowers or jewelry? *My* talented husband wrote me a SONG! That's right... a song. He sang it and played the guitar. All words and music written by him. For me. All mine. About me. And it was so lovely and sweet. I cried.

I'm trying to get him to record it so you all can hear it. He's working on it, but he's a perfectionist so it's taking a bit. He's so sweet, and I'm so blessed. He's the best husband ever. That is all.

Monday, February 14, 2005

I was talking to my mom today, and she actually used the word "bling" in the right context. Yeah, that was weird. I laughed at her.

So anyway... about the bling... I'm a simple girl. I don't wear jewelry. When I was in college, I wore earrings (only studs) EVERY day. I also wore a necklace EVERY day, but mostly just because I had a boyfriend, who gave me a very nice heart necklace, and I loved it.

When I *do* wear jewelry, I'm VERY picky. It took me seven months *after* we were married to even find a wedding ring set I liked. :) Now, I don't even wear the set (except when I go out to restaurants or to visit family); I only wear the engagement one, which is a small gold band with five small diamonds. :) And technically, I wouldn't even call it an engagement ring because, like I said, I got it seven months after we were married. So... it's more like just half my wedding set... the half that doesn't catch on things or scratch people. :)

Anyway... I keep getting off track here, but I needed to provide you with some background for my bling story...

So... my mom was telling me how her first Valentine's Day with my dad, they both got each other cross necklaces without knowing what the other was getting (aww... how sweet... yada yada yada). And I announced, "I want jewelry now, Mom!" To which she replied, "You finally want some bling, huh?! Well, it's about time!" See why I laughed at her? Tee hee.

Bummer thing is... Jeremy isn't really into the Valentine's Day present thing. He likes to make my gifts, which is sweet, but once... one time while we're married... I'd like jewelry or flowers. :)

Not A LOT of jewelry. Actually, while I'm married to him for the rest of our lives, I will only ask for two jewelry things: a set of 1/4 carat, princess cut diamond earrings (from... wherever) and the sterling silver starfish necklace from Tiffany&Co. :) That's all I ask. Nothing more, really. And he knows these things. I figure we've only been married for (a little over) two years. He has time... plenty of time. :) Just thought I'd let you all know.

*emmett* ~ who is excited for her present this year because he stayed home from my high school girls' state championship gymnastics meet to work on it :)

Thursday, February 3, 2005

Last night on American Idol, there was this dude named Matthew. His voice sounded EXACTLY like a woman. And as I was sitting there watching this very womanly voice come out of this tall man, I cried. I cried because that was the creepiest thing I think I've ever witnessed.

I'M.DEAD.SERIOUS. I was, honest to God, scared. I liked his voice though. Really, I did. It was just... you know... scary.

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I'm a mama. I'm a friend, daughter and sister. I usually spend my days doing fun and interesting things with my daughter (Hattie) and son (Meyer).
This blog is full of organizing, crafting, decorating, cloth-diapering, cooking, and other fun things and silliness. ;-) I will attempt to add fashion in there. :-p
I hope you don't mind if I throw in some handstands, writing, editing, gymnastics, rock climbing, swimming, cycling, golfing, and... frolicking. ;-)